Under Pressure

I’m not sure I’ve ever felt as much pressure as I did after getting off that plane yesterday. Lost luggage. E-mails. Calls. Requests. Deadlines. Texts. Commitments. Lights. Cabs. My first thought was: “What about Mexico? I hear it’s nice this time of year.” But nah. I won’t run away. We gotta face this shit, right? And THEN we can go to Mexico.

Decided to start my day with a run in Central Park. Sometimes all we need is a little time in a beautiful place to clear our heads. Feeling ready. Here’s to running forward…not away.

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